Spicy Romcoms Novels & Stories

Her legs bare. And all I want to do is drag her back to the ranch and make her forget every movie we came here to grab. She hums and jabs me with her elbow as we pass the endcap loaded with candy and discount DVDs. “I’m not watching another one of your spaghetti westerns, cowboy. I want explosions. Ridiculous car chases. Shirtless actors. Jason Momoa, preferably.” I scoff, reaching for the kettle corn. “You already got a shirtless man, princess.”

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

I almost choke on my food. Spencer doesn't seem to do well himself. He looks uncomfortable, shifting on his seat. Oh boy, something is really going to go down today. “Grammy, you should stop watching so many romcom movies. Now, you've started to talk like them.” Spencer tries to divert her attention somewhere else, a fake smile plastered on his face. “I'm now into romcom books actually. You should read them too. Maybe that will teach you to treat your girlfriend accordingly.” I gulp down the food after hearing the last part of her speech.

"Sure. You pick the movie, I'll get the drinks." I heard her rummaging around in the kitchen as I fired up the Blu-Ray and launched N*****x. "You in mood for action-adventure? Sci-fi?" "How about a Rom-Com?" "Sure thing." I loved romantic comedies, especially the sappy sweet ones, so no arguments here. As I started scrolling I heard what sounded like cereal pouring, followed by the whir of our air popper. A few minutes later I settled on an old favorite, "The Truth about Cats and Dogs."

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.